Paroles et traduction Kamada - Oceano

Oceano

Todavía me acuerdo mi primera rima en un papel, en cuarto grado
Sin saber del rap, yo igual rapeaba estaba adelantado
Soy consciente de ese plus que ves en mí tan raro
Antes asombrados a tus asombra mis amigos más cercanos
Viví esa historia del rapero pre-púber
Y ser la novedad te daba la soberbia que yo nunca tuve
No me acostumbré a la intriga que le da y me diga
"¿Improvisas?" y quizás le sorprende que también escriba
Pero, soy tu psicólogo, un musicólogo en rimas
Dame luz y te devuelvo a Bruce Lee duro de efedrina
Me soba la postura del rapero en el andén
Yo escribo en la terraza de un piso catorce borracho ¿está bien?
Y reivindico a mi genero y sus alas
Espere que lo haga y vea que temazo sale en un ratito
No me compare compadre, yo soy MC
No me llamo "Eyou" en mi barrio no hablamos así
Tenemos códigos sólidos, sonidos bonitos siempre
Si hay beatbox, vimos ritmo y habilitó el ambiente
Tengo ventaja como Sábato, triunfar me sale barato
Soy Marado, parado gano el maratón
Estoy haciendo que el nivel se dispare
Con mis pares, la lista de los MC′s dispares
La chispa que te crispa y te rompe los cristales
La pista esperando mis estilos magistrales
Y si quisiera sí hubiera sido
Un videoclip en YouTube y con cara de rapero mal nacido
Pero me inclino a un movimiento
Por eso doy mensaje y no me vendo como ustedes, MC's repulsivos
Soy faraón sin la calvicie
Aunque no me falte gata en el regazo buscando que la acaricie
Aunque no me falte algún hijo bastardo
Que tardó en hacerse cargo de aquella inferioridad que lo maldice

Ocean

I still remember my first rhyme on paper, in fourth grade
Not knowing anything about rap, but still rapping, I was ahead of my time
I am aware of that extra something you see in me that is so unusual
Amazed by me before my closest friends were
I lived that story of the pre-pubescent rapper
And being the novelty gave you that arrogance that I never had
I didn't get used to the intrigue and the teasing
Asking me, "Do you improvise?" and being surprised that I write too
But, I'm your psychologist, a musicologist in rhymes
Give me light and I'll give you Bruce Lee back, hard on ephedrine
The rapper's posture on the platform rubs me the wrong way
I write on the terrace of a fourteenth-floor apartment drunk, is that okay?
And I reclaim my genre and its wings
Wait for me to do it and see what a hit comes up in a little while
Don't compare me, mate, I'm an MC
My name's not "Eyou," we don't talk like that in my neighborhood
We have solid codes, always beautiful sounds
If there's beatbox, we find rhythm and get the atmosphere going
I have an advantage like Sábato, I can triumph at a low cost
I am Maradona, standing still I win the marathon
I am making the level skyrocket
With my peers, the list of unmatched MCs
The spark that burns you and breaks your glass
The track waiting for my masterful styles
And if I had wanted to, I could have been
A music video on YouTube with the face of a bad-born rapper
But I lean towards a movement
That's why I give a message and don't sell out like you repulsive MCs
I am a pharaoh without the baldness
Although I don't lack for a cat on my lap wanting me to stroke her
Although I don't lack for some bastard child
Who took his time taking charge of that inferiority cursing him